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Sex and I – Holding my first dick and handjob

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The first handjob experience that I have was in a park. It was long back in 2008 and with my first boyfriend. We could not get a hotel room because of our age and also because people were not so open minded then. Moreover, since it was my first relation with a guy, I was afraid to get into a room. But there are things you can’t control. We used to meet in gardens and parks, go to secluded corners, hug and kiss and do things.

He used to feel me up and I used to squeeze his dick over his pants. One day finally I had to tell him that I wanted to see it. He took it out and I held it in my hands for the first time ever. I started stroking it and his eyes started closing. He started to lose control over himself letting out soft moans. I was kneeling in front of him, my face near his d*ck and I was watching it so closely and with interest. Stroking it with my right hand I remember. I was in heat too. I could feel myself getting wet down there.

Sometimes, in the heat, I would pull back too far. He would let out a moan filled with a little pain and pleasure and would grab my hair tighter. The pre-cum oozing out, I didn’t know what it was. I thought he was done and so I stopped. He told me to continue and that he would tell me when he was about to cum.

I started stroking faster, rubbing myself a little with the other hand. It felt so good. A rock hard dick in my hand, heat in my pants and the cool wind. He suddenly increased the tightness of his grip. I didn’t understand why. He told me that he was about to cum and to stroke it faster. I obliged and started moving my hands as fast as I could.

Suddenly I felt something move inside his dick making it’s way from the base to the top. I could feel his grip tighten further and it shot out of his dick. Two-three shots and he let lose. I knew what it was. It felt like all his tension was shot out. I kept holding it and a couple of drops dripped on my hand. The drops made my panties even more wet.

I looked at him. He had his eyes closed and was breathing fast with a tinge of smile and a lot of satisfaction on his face. Someone had done him for the first time and I prided myself with the fact.

I stood up, placed my hands on his chest and asked him how it was. He grabbed my waist with one hand immediately, placed the other behind my neck and locked lips. It was intense and I knew that I had done a good job.